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by Carol Taylor
It was getting late and the street lights had just come on. What had started out as an adventure to find a new dress was turning into a fruitless search.
They were either too much money or dresses that she wouldn’t wear they were tacky and cheap.
The euphoria she has felt earlier had all but gone ….Shoulders slumped she started to make her way back to her room..That lonely room..Where the nightmares always came.
Turning the corner she saw some twinkling lights come on and noticed a little shop..It lay back from the other shops which surrounded the markets stalls.
She drew closer and saw a delightful little Christmas scene in the window someone had decorated it so beautifully, everything twinkled and sparkled, she wondered who had been so artistic and clever, it caught her breathe, it was very lovely. The bell on the door tinkled and a little old man came out “Come in and look my dear”
“Oh, No thank you, I was just admiring your window it is beautiful but I am looking for a special dress”.
“My dear I may have just the dress for you” On an impulse and he had such a kindly face she stepped inside …It was just like a wonderland..
Staring round in amazement…. So many pretty things…why had she not seen this shop before.
Her eyes were drawn to a beautiful pale blue dress….
“I see you looking at the blue dress my dear ..my grandson made it..he is very talented… Try it on. It looks like a perfect fit for you”. Taking the dress and putting it behind some curtains the old man held door open.
Putting on the dress just felt right it moulded her body in all the right places, stepping outside to look in the mirror..she gasped was that really her. The young lady looking back at her was beautiful .
“Just a ribbon for your hair is all you need . Who is the lucky man?”
The girl twirled around and couldn’t believe her eyes..it was perfect and her necklace would be the finishing touch. Reaching into her bag she fastened the ribbon around her neck. Perfect.
“How much… Is the dress?’ She held her breath waiting for the old man to speak. Please, please let me have enough.
When he told her she gasped “Are you sure… That is so little for a wonderful dress”
“It looks like it was made for you my dear and the dress deserves a beautiful lady to show it off..My grandson would be so proud if he could see it on you”.
“Is he not here?”
“No, he is away on business buying more silk and satin”.
Paying for the dress the girl felt like a real lady for once, cinders would go to the ball.
She heard a gasp; the old man was looking at her necklace with a look on his face which the girl couldn’t fathom. “ Where did you get that necklace?”
“I have always had it… It’s all I have to remind me of my parents… Why are you looking at me like that?
The old man’s face took on a look of such sadness… “You have her eyes girl..Such beautiful eyes”
“You know my mother?”
“A long time ago my dear…”